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They always stare at me, eyes glazed over, drops of drool glistening at the corners of their mouths. And when they speak to me, it seems as if they only care about my beauty and not my interests or feelings. It really gets quite annoying. I long to go back to my lilac-covered chateau at Beauxbatons, where none of the boys focus on me and I am just a normal girl. Back at Beauxbatons, I am just a 17 year-old witch and not some portrait that English wizards can stare at like a Quidditch match, mouths hanging open, intently watching.